Went down like a sack of wet squirrels last night when I managed to find the lone, remaining patch of ice on the roads in our town
Fortunately, the coefficient of friction between me and the surface of the road was less than normal (I guess that's why I went down in the first place.). I slid along and managed to abrade a hole only in the right knee of my tights. The wind jacket is OK (no holes) except for some asphalt stains which resisted cleaning. Honorable battle scars! The right shoulder, which took the brunt of the impact, is achy but no breaky. It's been talking to me today.

Trooper that he is, Ol' Fuj is fine, wheels true, shifters OK etc.

Judging by how I feel today, no, I'm not quite as resilient as I was back in the day.